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FRONT I SPI ecu: 



THE CHILD'S 



COLOUEED GIFT BOOK. 



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LONDON: 
GEORGE E0UTLED6E AND SONS, 

THE BROADWAY, LUOGATE. 
NEW YORK, 4ie. BBOOME STREET. 



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A stands for the Ass, who eats 
thistles and grass ; 
He is usefbl and patient, though only 
an Ass. 




Bfor the Bees, that fly out here 
and there, 
And bring to the hives the sweet honey 
with care. 




"i for the Cows, in the shade of the 
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ey are chewing the cud, and seem 
quite at their ease. 




Dfor Ducks, swimming, diving, and 
playing together ; 
They care not for rain nor the stormiest 
weather. 




Efor the Eggs, which we find in 
the nest; 
They still feel quite warm, from the 
hen's downy hreast. 




Fare the Fowls: the hens and the 
cocks. 
Take care, my fine birdies, beware of 
the fox. 




Gis the Goat, with two kids young 
and gay; 
They run to their mother, then scamper 




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as they're able. 




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And so, uninvited and slyly, she 
drinks. 




N stands for the Nuts; and when 
lessons are done. 
Two boys can go nutting much better 
dum one. 




Ofor the Owl, that flies out in the 
night. 
And sails o'er the bam in the quiet 
moonUght. 




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soft wool. 
They stand in the meadows so pleasant 
and cool. 




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sail, 
With long sweeping wings and wide- 
spreading tail. 




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BOOK OF TRADES. 



THE ARTIST. 



Hebe is an Artist painting a picture. 
It i3 the portrait of a lady. The 
pijcture is heing painted upon canvass, 
with brushes of different sizes made 
from the hair of animals, and the stand 
upon which the picture rests is called 
an easel. The Artist stands near the 
easel, and the lady is seated at a 
little distance from him. Her chair 
is placed on a dais so that the Artist 
may have a full view of her. 



I hope ma'am you take care to sit 
still ; for if you do not, the Artist cannot 
make your picture hke, and he looks as 
if he was trying very much. 

I do not think it is like yet, but it 
looks more good-natured and smiling 
than you do. You look rather cross, 
which is a pity. 

What a fine dress you have put on ! 
The feathers are very grand, and you 
have got a sort of golden crown besides. 
The artist has not done it well at all. 
He has not put points enough, and the 
feathers look too round and thick, but 
they are not done yet, and he will make 
the . crown right, I dare say. What 
large red bows you have put on your 
blue dress ! It is very fine indeed. 

The artist has put you all out to one 
side in the picture. I wonder what he 
is going to paint in that empty part. 
Perhaps there is going to be another 
grand lady sitting by you. 

What bright colours the artist has 
got on his palette ! That flat woodecL 



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thing he holds in his hand is called a 
palette, and that is his brush iii his 
other hand. He is going to dip his 
brush in the red paint. I suppose he 
is going to do the bows, or perhaps the 
ivd cbair. 



Were yoii ever in a Blacksmith's 
Forge ? At the entrance into most 
villages, the Blacksmith is to he seen 
As you pass you hear his heavy hammer 
banging away, and the fire roaring as 
another man or boy in the corner blows 
the bellows. If you look in, you see 
the blacksmith hammering at a piece of 
red-hot iron, and the sparks fly out at 
every stroke. He has that hot fire to 
make the iron red-hot, and do you know 
why he wants his iron to be red-hot? 
It is because 'then it is soft, and he can 
hammer it into any shape he likes. 
When iron is cold it is quite hard. 

Another day you may see the black- 
smith shoeing a horse. The blacksmith 
makes horse shoes of iron, and as each 
of his customers wants two pair, he has 
a great many to make. You may see 
horse shoes hanging on the wall behind 
him, ready for his customers when they 
come. Some are large, for cart horses ; 
some middle-sized for riding horses; 
some little for ponies. He uaU&tVv<^\sv 



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on the horse's hoof. It does not hurt, 
because the hoof is hard and has no 
feeling. But wild horses wear no shoes, 
and some people tliink they are better 
without them, at least, tmless they have 
bard work oil stones or pavement. 



Tliis workman is called an Engineer. 
His trade is to make all manner of 
great engines and machines that are 
made of brass and iron. You have, 
I dare say, sometimes gone by a rail- 
way train, and have seen the engine 
that goes hissing and puffing along, 
pulling all the carriages after it. These 
engines are made by engineers. You 
may see in the picture, some of the 
wheels lying on the floor, and a tube or 
great pipe that is to be some part of an 
engine, and brass chains, and bolts and 
other things. 

Perhaps, some day, you may go to 
see a factory where they spin cotton or 
flax, or weave calico or muslin. These 
things are done by machines that can do 
the work of a hundred men a hundred 
times faster than the men could. All 
these machines are made by engineers. 

In England, there is so much iron 
and so much coal, that a great many 
machines are made besides those used 
in England itself, and sent to other 



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countries. Do you know what the coal 
is for? The iron could not be got out 
of the stone it is found in without great 
heat ; and then it is so hard, that till it 
is made red-hot in the fire it cannot be 
made into anything useful. 



I think that, of all trades, I should 
like best to be a Gardener. How nice 
it is to work among pretty flowers ; and 
to see the things that you have planted 
growing up from little weak plants, 
and throwing out leaves and buds and 
bright flowers. This gardener, in tlie 
picture, seems to have reared a great 
many scarlet geraniums. I think he 
is going to turn one out of the pot and 
3ut it in the ground. The little tool 
le holds in his hand is called a trowel. 
He will dig a hole in the ground with 
it ; then he will get the plant out of the 
pot and put it in. There it will grow 
to be very large and throw out plenty of 
flowers, now it has room for its roots. 
But then, the worst of it is, that it 
cannot bear the winter, so he must 
take it up before the frost coines, and 
in doing that, he may kill it. The 
best way is to cut off some of its 
branches early in autumn, and plant 
them in pots. If properly trimmed 
and cut, all the branches, or slips, as 



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people call them, will take root and 
grow into plants, and he will keep them 
in warm frames or houses through the 
winter, and in spring they will he nice 
and bushy, and if he has saved the old 
root too, so much the better. 




Harvest time is come, and the com 
is ripe. In the picture you see a field 
of wheat, gold colour, and ready for 
the reaper, and the reaper is there with 
his sickle beginning to cut it down. 
You may know wheat from other kinds 



of corn by its standing upright. Barley 
droops its head and has long spines 
growing by the grains that people call its 
beard. Oats grow light and feathery, 
like some of the wild grasses. 

Bread is made of wheat. Tlie farmer 
sows it in his fields, and it springs up 
and ripens. Tlien the reaper cuts it 
down. By and bye, it is thrashed, 
that is, beaten to get the grains of 
wiieat away from the stalks, which are 
called straw, and are very useful too. 
Bonnets, hats, baskets, mats, and many 
other things are made of straw, and 
cattle and horses want it to lie upon 
for beds. Wlien the grains are out of 
the straw they are sent to the miller to 
grind in his mill. You have seen a 
windmill, I dare say, and perhaps you 
have seen a water-mill, with a great 
wheel turned by running water instead 
of sails turned by the wind ; and when 
the miller has ground the wheat into 
flour, the baker buys it and makes the 
bread. 



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If you have ever been at the sea- 
side, you must have seen the shrimps 
that people buy for breakfast, or if you 
hve in London you must have seen the 
Uttle shrimps in the shops. Tliis man 
is catching them. Shrimps are litlW 



creatures that live in the sand, ^nd the 
time to catch them is when the tide 
flows over the sand, and the water is 
not deeper than to cover the man's 
feet, for then they jump about in the 
water, and as he pushes his net on 
before him, numbers jump into it, and 
he takes his net out every now and 
then, puts the shrimps into his basket, 
and goes on again to catch more. Tlie 
poor, httle shrimps soon die when they 
are out of the water. When the 
shrimper has caught enough, he takes 
them to the fishmonger and sells them 
to him, and goes home and gives the 
money to his wife to buy food. The 
fishmonger boils the shrimps and sells 
tliem to whoever will buy. Shrimps 
have no colour till they are boiled. 

Many boys are shrimpers, and earn 
a good deal by it to help their fathers 
and mothers. The work is not too 
hard for them. 

Do you see in the picture the boats 
in the sea, and the sea-birds flying ? 




There was a poor widow who had a 
little boy. He never could learn to 
read. So she sent him to the farmer's, 
but he was turned off. When he 
grew to be a young lad he never ^ot 
wages like the otlieia. T5S& TsBsna "«»'»S' 



Roger, but every one called liim Hodge. 
One summer, the poor widow fell sick 
and there was no food in the house. 
Hodge sat by her and cried. " Don't 
cry, dear!" she said, "We must be 
patient." " Oh, mother !" sobbed Hodge, 
*' You want your cup of tea, and there's 
none for you." 

Hodge got up at daybreak and went 
out. He stood about till the farmer 
came out on his strong horse. Then he 
w ent up to the farmer. You may see him 
in the picture. *' Please sir, I want work 
in the hay," said Hodge. "Well, my 
man, I want hands," said the farmer, "go 
and begin !" So Hodge worked like a 
lion. Whenever he felt lazy, he thought 
to himself " mother's cup of tea." At 
night he got half-a-crown like the rest. 
He went to the shop, bought tea, sugar, 
milk, bread and butter; went home, 
boiled the kettle, and helped his mother. 
She never liked her tea so much before. 
She was so happy that she got well, and 
Hodge was less lazy always after. 




I think sir, that if that lion was alive 
you would not go so near him, nor peep 
mto his cage as you are doing. It is 
only a stuffed lion in a glass case. 
Take care you do not break the glass 
with your umbrella. 



I wonder where the hon came from, 
and where he hved when he was ahve ! 
He is a very large hon ! What a great 
head he has ! I think he must have 
come from Africa. 

We cannot see what is in the case 
behind the gentleman. We can just 
see a little face of some creature in that 
case at the end where a lady and 
gentleman are standing. I think it 
must he a monkey. But it must be 
stuffed too. A monkey could not live 
in a glass case for w ant of air ; and if it 
was in a cage you could not venture so 
near it as the lady is, unless it was of 
some very gentle, quiet kind. Monkeys 
are so full of tricks and mischief. One 
day a lady was standing near a cage full 
of them, laughing at their funny ways, 
and never saw that one of them was 
slowly creeping and creeping near her, 
till in a moment it darted out its little 
black hand, seized her parasol and 
climbed up to the top of the cage with 
it and broke it to pieces. 



What a strong boot the Cobbler is 
mending ! I think he will make it 
as good as new. He seems to have 
plenty of work. I have seen some 
cobblers with ten or more pairs of 
shoes and boots lying round them not 
touched, and the people kept coming, 
and saying, "Are my boots done y6t?" 
"When shall I have my shoes?" 
This cobbler looks as if he was a good 
worker. 

Do you know that it was a poor cob- 
bler that first began a ragged school? 
His name was John Pounds. As he 
sat ajfc work, he felt very sorry to see a 
number of poor ragged children, boys 
and girls, idling about in the street; 
sometimes fighting, sometimes doing 
mischief; so he thought he would try 
to do something for them. He called 
some of them in, and began to talk to 
them, and teach them what he knew, 
and that they should love one another 
and not fight, and that they should te^ 
to find some work to ^o \fts.\ea^ '^ 



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being idle. More and more came into 
his little shop, and he got easy books 
and taught them to read, and taught 
them to say little hymns. Now there 
are many ragged schools, but John 
Pounds began them. 



These poor Dressmakers have been 
at work since eight o'clock in the 
morning, and now they are working by 
candle-light, late at night. The clock 
tells the hour. It is nearly ten minutes 
3ast twelve. How pale and tired they 
ook ! 

I am sure that if the fine ladies who 
are going to wear those dresses knew 
how much the poor girls had to suifer^ 
while they worked at them, they would 
be very sorry. Perhaps that light dress, 
all trimmed with pink ribbons and roses, 
is for a young lady about the same age 
as the yoimg girl who is making it. 
Perhaps she will wear it at a ball, and 
dance gaily, and look pretty in it. She 
little thinks what weary fingers fixed on 
, those bright ribbons and roses. There 
are many kind ladies who do think of 
it, and who are trying to prevent it. 
They tell other ladies that they ought 
not to order dresses in a hurry, nor say 
*'I must have my dress to-morrow." If 
they do, the dressmakers will have to 



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sit up all night to finish the wort. 
And these kind ladies try to make the 
mistresses of the young girls think 
more of these poor workers, and air the 
rooms they sit in, and employ more, so 
as to prevent any working so long. 



This man is a Hatter. Do you know 
what hats are made of? When you 
hear the people calling out " hare skins ^ 
rabbit skins !" and see the cooks come 
out to sell them, you have heard one of 
the things hats are made of. Rabbit 
skins help very much in making hats. 

Rabbit skins are of use for many 
other things, but they are very much 
used for hats. The hair is felted as it 
is called, that is, made into a close soft 
stuff like cloth, and made into the 
shape the hatter wants. Then it is a 
felt hat as it is called, and many hats 
are worn so. All those soft hats that 
people call wide-awakes are made of 
the felt, without any more being done 
to them. There is one lying on a chair 
with a bright red lining in it. But if 
the hatter wants to make a bright, stiff 
hat, such as gentlemen wear, he puts 
silk outside it that is made fit for his 
purpose. They used to put the hair of 
the beaver, but it is little used now. 
He is at work on a hat now, putting on 



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the silk. Those two that look white, 
and are near him, he has done, and has 
put silver paper over them for fear they 
should be spoiled. All about the taltle 
you see his tools, and on tiie floor 
many boxes to put the liats in. 



" Knives to grind ! Scissors to grind !*' 
We have all heard this cry in the 
streets. Here you may see a Knife- 
grinder at work. Tlie sort of little cart 
or barrow he uses is made so as to 
turn a grindstone when he works a 
wheel with his foot. It is the grind- 
stone that sharpens the knives and 
scissors. If you look, you will see how 
he holds the knife so as to make the 
stone grind it. He must do it with 
care, or else he will grind away the 
steel too much. If he is a good 
workman he will only sharpen the edge 
and not wear away more than he can 
help. If you are near him, you will 
hear the stone go hissing against the 
steel knife, and will see sparks fly out. 
The stone and the steel coming to- 
gether so fast, strike out sparks. In 
the same way you may see a horse, 
when it gallops along a stony road, 
strike out sparks as his iron shoes dash 
among the stones. 

Tlie knife-grinder smokes a pipe as 



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he works. In winter, it is rather cold 
work for him, so I suppose he finds his 
pipe a comfort, though I should not 
myself. I think the smell is anything 
but nice. But the knife-grinder likes 
it, and it is his affair, and not mine. 




" There is the Postman's knock ! I 
wonder whether he has brought the 
letter !" It was httle Amy that said this. 
She had heard that some day a letter 
was coming from grandmamma, that 
was to ask her to go to see her, so Am^ 



hoped every day the letter would come. 
She looked out at the window. Yes, 
there was the postman. Tlien Amy 
went out of the school-room and stood 
on the stairs to see where the letter was 
taken to. Susan went to the drawing- 
room with it. 

In a little while the door opened, and 
mamma came in. Tliere was an open 
letter in her hand. ** O mamma ! is it 
from grandmamma ?" cried Amy, start- 
ing up. " It is from grandmamma ?" 
and she wants my little Amy to go 
to-morrow to stay for a week !" " O 
mamma, I am so glad," cries Amy, 
" only I wish you were going too.'* 
" I am going too," said mamma. Amy 
jumped up into mamma's arms with 
one bound, and clung round her neck. 

Now tliere was no more thought of 
lessons that day. The boxes had to be 
packed, and she had to go and see her 
little cousins, and say good bye, and 
many things to do. Next morning they 
set out and were so happy. 




Did you ever think where all the 
stones come from that are used for 
building bridges and churches, and 
paving streets, in England? and in 
Scotland, for building houses? for in 
Scotland they hardly ever use bricks for 



houses ; nothing but stone. All this 
stone is found in the earth, and has to 
he got out ; and the places where there 
is plenty of good stone to he found, 
and where people have worked to get 
it, and go on getting it out are called 
quarries. 

Now you must think it is not very 
easy to bring the hard stone out of the 
earth. Men work at it with pickaxes, 
but it would take a long time to get 
much, in that way, so they begin with 
blowing it up with gunpowder. Tliey 
bore a hole in the stone or rock. 
Into the hole they pour some gun- 
powder. Then they get what is called 
a slow match, that will go on slowly 
burning. This they put into the hole 
and light the end. Then they get out 
of the way to a safe distance, and by 
and bye the gunpowder takes fire and 
blows up many pieces of rock with a 
great noise. In the picture you may 
see a lighted match, and men hiding 
down at the bottom of the quarry. 



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There was a poor old man who hved 
with his wife in a village. They had 
worked hard all their lives, hut they 
had such small wages that they could 
not save any money, and now they 
were old and could not work., wot. 



^ay their rent. None of their children 
could help them. Their eldest son 
went many years ago to a far country. 
The next went for a soldier and was 
killed. The third died of a fever. 
Tlieir daughters were all poor. Tliey 
could not bear to go to the workhouse. 
It is very hard to work all your life, 
and at last to go there, where the old 
man would be put among the men, and 
the old woman among the women. 
Tliey had lived together for forty years. 
It would be very dreadful for them. 

So the old man thought he would 
try to earn some money as a tinker. 
He knew how to mend pots and kettles. 
Tliey sold what few things they had, 
and he bought an iron pot for his fire, 
and some tools, and they went away 
together, and in every town and village 
he lighted his fire, and people gave him 
their old things to mend. I hope he 
will get work, and that he and his poor 
old wife may be able to live and not 
^o to the workhouse. 




Tliese two ladies have come to see 
the old church. It is a fine old church, 
and has painted windows and old 
tombs, and the mein is telling them 
whose tomb that is. Some Kni^t 
that died a great many -jeaxs «Jgi- 



Tlien tliey went on to other parts of 
the church, and they went out into the 
churchyard, where there were many 
tombstones, and walked about among 
them. There they saw an old woman 
shading her eyes from the sun, and 
calling "Lizzie, Lizzie!" She said, 
that her little grandchild had gone out 
with the kitten and her doll, and could 
not be found anywhere. The ladies 
helped her to look, but it was of no 
use. At last they went back into the 
church to rest, and while they were 
there, they heard a little voice say, 
" Sit still, pussy." They looked round. 
" Hold up your head, dolly !*' said the 
voice again. They looked down into 
one of the pews and there they saw a 
little girl sitting on the floor with a 
kitten and a doll on a stool in front of 
her. " Ah, little Lizzie ! Granny wants 
you," they said. - So Lizzie let one of 
them carry her, and the other carry 

pussy and dolly, and they went out and 

soon found Granny. 



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GOOD CHILDREN. 



LUCY AND HER DOLL. 



Here are some nice short tales for 
you, easy to read. They are called 
"Little Stories for Good Children." 
They are all ahout Kttle hoys and girls, 
and their friends, and their playthings.. 
There is a story ahout a little hoy who 
was a sailor and went to sea ; and one 
ahout a Httle girl who went to a party ; 
and another ahout a had hoy who was 
idle at school ; and many more. We 
will hegin with the Story of Lucy and 
her Doll. 



There were two little girls, Lucy and 
Fanny. Lucy was the eldest ; she was 
ten ; Fanny was eight. Lucy went to 
school, hut Fanny stayed at home. 
When she was ten, she was to go to 
school too. 

The holidays were near. How Fanny 
longed for Lucy to come. Four weeks 
before, she began counting the days 
that had to pass. Then she began to 
think that she should like to give Lucy 
something. What could she give her? 
Suppose she gave her the doll that was 
bought with the money Aunt Jane 
sent at Christmas. She ran to the 
drawer to look at it. There lay the 
doll wrapped in silver paper. It had 
long, curling, golden hair and black 
eyes ; pretty hands, and iarms and feet, 
but no clothes. Fanny went to her 
mamma, and asked her if she had a 
piece of silk to make it a frock ; so 
her mamma found a pretty piece of 
green silk, and some crimson ribbons 
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mamma said she must make \inder- 
clothes, and she gave her white calico 
for them, and a pretty Mtde pair of 
shoes. There you can see Fanny, when 
she had dressed the doll, giving it a 
walk up and down the room. 



What a pity tins boy has found the 
bird's nest ; poor httle birds ! They 
would have lived to be so happy. They 
would have learned of their parents 
how to Hy throuj^h the air among the 
green leaves, and sing and enjoy their 
lives. Now they will all be dead in a 
very little while. A cruel boy can take 
away life in a moment, but all the men 
in the world cannot give it again ; no, 
not all the greatest and strongest men 
that ever lived. Boys do not think 
what they do when they give pain, and 
take away life. 

I daresay the mother and father birds 
are up in the tree, looking down at 
their poor little ones and mourning. 
They made the nest with care : it i^ 
made of little twigs of wood, woven 
together, and lined with soft, green 
moss, and wool that a sheep had left 
on a furze-bush ; and horse-hair, that 
a poney had dropped out of his tail as 
he whisked it about to drive away the 
flies. They built it in a forked branch 



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of that tree ; then the hen-bird laid 
six pretty little blue eggs in it ; then 
she sat on them till they were hatehed ; 
and, after that, she and her mate flew 
about and found food for them. Now 
it is all over. Poor little birds ! 



There was a little girl called Jessie, 
who had an aunt, who lived in the' 
country, and Jessie went to stay a week 
with her. It was dark when the train 
stopped, and Jessie's aunt was there 
and took her to the house ; and Jessie 
went to hed, in a nice little room, and 
was asleep in a minute. Next morn- 
ing, she opened her eyes and could not 
tliink, at first, where she was ; then she 
heard the sweetest sounds, as if her 
canary had come too, and brought a 
number of friends with him. It was 
birds outside the window that she heard. 
She jumped up, and peeped out at the 
side of the blind. It was so lovely; in- 
stead of houses to look at, there were 
green fields with trees in them, outside 
the garden ; and close by, under her 
window, was the garden full p€ bright 
flowers. The flowers and their green 
leaves were glancing in the sun, for 
they were covered with dew-drops, and 
so was the grass plot in the middle of 
the garden. She opened the window 



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to hear the birds better ; and how sweet 
the air was ! She made haste to dress, 
that she might go out. She spent a 
happy week ; and, when she went back, 
her aunt let her pick a large nosegay, 
to take to her papa and mamma. 



Whit-Monday was come, and so Mr. 
and INIrs. Wood had written to their 
two sons, in London, that they hoped 
they would come down hy tlie train 
and spend the hoHday at home. Mr. 
Wood was a carpenter in a country 
village, and had a very pretty cottage. 
It stood in a green lane, with fields 
and trees all round ; there was a pear- 
tree at one end, trained on the wall ; 
the door had a porch covered with 
honey-suckle ; in front was a' little 
garden full of flowers. 

Think what a pleasure it was for 
John and Tliomas, who were working 
at trades in smoky London, to come 
there. 

Jane and IVIartha, their two sisters, 
were busy getting ready for them ' 
all the week before. The parlour was 
cleaned, the windows made as bright 
as diamonds ; the bedroom they were 
to have was scrubbed, and made fresh 
and sweet , for they were to stay all 
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Then began the cooking : look what a 
large gooseberry pie Martha has made. 
Wliat a pleasure it was to meet at 
the station, and all come home to- 
gether; and to sit in the evening in 
the porch, and teU all the news. 



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It was past Willy's bedtime, and his 
manuna had told him to go, but he 
would not go. " I do not want to go 
to bed ; I will not go to bed." Tliis 
was the way he went on. Then he 
began to cry, and leaned against the 



door. His mamma was sitting out in 
the garden by moonlight : she was very 
sorry to see her httle hoy so naughty. 

After waiting a good while she went 
in and shut the door. Willy was 
making such a noise that he did not 
hear her go : at last he looked up. He 
was alone in the garden. The moon 
shone bright, but he could not see his 
mamma near. 

'* Mamma, mamma!" he called oat ; 
•' I will go to bed now." Then he went 
to the door and beat it ; but no one 
came. At last he felt what a foolish 
boy he was ! and how wrong he had 
been not to obey his mamma. *' Come 
to me, mamma!" he began to say. 
lie was crying, but with sorrow, not 
passion. He tapped gently at the 
door. Tlien his mamma opened it, 
and let him in. She did not speak 
to him, but led him up and put him 
into bed : she gave him a kiss ; and he 
said, " Mamma, I am very sorry I was 
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George, Emmy, Arthur, and little 
Freddy played at soldiers. Jane had 
helped to dress them up, and stayed to 
look at them. George was the captain. 
He had put on a paper cocked hat, and 
had a sword by his side ; in one hand 



he held a gun, in the other a stick, to 
wave about. 

Emmy was serjeant. She had a tall 1 

blue cap on, and carried a gun, and 
had red shoes to look as red as she 
could. Arthur was the drummer. He 
kept on drumming and making such a 
noise, that Emmy told him she could 
not hear the Captain's orders, and he 
must stop. Little Freddy was a com- 
mon soldier. Tliey had not a gun for 
him, so he was to pretend he had one, 
and to be sure to march about after the 
others. 

They marched round and round the 
room. The drummer made a very great 
drumming and noise, and the captain 
and Serjeant fired off their guns very 
often, always calling out "Bang!" when 
they had taken aim ; and Freddy called 
" bang," too, though he had no gun. 
After a great deal of noise and shouting, 
the review was over ; the drum beat 
very loud, and they marched round 
again, and that ended the game. 



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Almost all boys and girls have a 
Christmas Tree now on Christmas Eve. 
Here are a number enjoying them- 
selves, and looking at all the bright 
presents hanging on the tree. Would 
you like to know their names ^ 



Tlie tall young lady, with a yellow 
frock and blue sash, is Rose ; she is at 
home, and is giving the party. Tlie 
little boy she holds by his hand is her 
cousin Charley. It is the first time lie 
has ever been out at a party, for he 
is only five ; and he never saw a 
Cluistmas tree before, and thinks it so 
very grand. 

Tlie boy and girl on Rose's left 
hand, are Frank and Lizzie ; they live 
next door and have come to spend 
Christmas Eve with Rose. Tlie boy 
in a blue jacket, red waistcoat, and 
white trousers, is named Fred ; and 
that is his sister Jane behind him. 
They have just come in, and Rose is 
turning round to say, ** How d'ye do, 
Fred?" in her pretty manner. More 
boys and girls will come soon. They 
will have tea and cake ; then they will 
play games ; and, after that, the pre- 
sents wiU be taken off the Christmas 
tree, and something given to each. 
Tlien they will go home. 




Mary expects her mammti home to- 
day, and runs out to the door, every 
now and then, to see if she can see 
her coming. Her mamma has heen 
away in London for a whole week, and 
Mary wants her back very much in- 



deed ; it seems so very long since she 
went. Maiy has been in the garden 
to gather some fresh roses, and other 
pretty flowers, to put in water and 
place on her mamma's table, that the 
room may be sweet and bright when 
she comes ; and, before she goes in, she 
stops and listens in hopes of hearing 
her mamma's footstep on the walk. 
She has tried to make the garden look 
very nice too. She has picked off all 
the husks of the roses that had blown 
and shed their sweet leaves ; and she 
has picked any dead leaves oif the 
other flowers, and pulled up any weeds 
she could see, and smoothed the bor- 
ders with her little rake : and all the 
time her mamma was away, she has 
taken care of the plants in pots, and 
has watered them every day with her 
little watering-pot : and she has cleaned 
the canary's cage every morning, and 
fed him with his seed, and put fresh 
water for him in his bath and his 
drinking-glass. 



Little Emmy and her mamma were 
going home one winter's day. It was 
only four o'clock, but it was growing 
dark in the London streets, and the 
Lamp-lighters were lighting the gas 
lamps. " Papa will be home first if we 
do not walk fast," said Emmy's mamma, 
So they walked fast. Emmy thought 
of nice home, of the bright fire in the 
dining-room, of going in after dinner 
and sitting on papa's knee and his 
telling her a story, and danced £ilong) 
holding by her mamma's hand. 

Just then, there was a sad sound 
near them. " O mammy, mammy !" 
They stopped, and saw, running hy 
their side, a poor little ragged girl, 
crying, and Emmy's mamma said, 
"What makes you cry dear?" "I 
want mammy !" sobbed the poor child. 
" And where is she ?" "At home, and 
I can't find the way. I am lost !" 

Emmy was crying now. "Omamma!" 
she said, "how dreadful it must be to be 
lost ! Let us take her home." So they 



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led her home , and gave her bread and 
milk for supper, and nurse washed her, 
and Emmy lent her a little night gown, 
and she was put in a nice bed. Next 
day they found out her home, and her 
mother was so lvap\>y to ?«e Ket a^in. 



There was a Milkmaid, that Hved at 
a farm house. She had to take care of 
six cows, and make butter and cheese. 
Her name was Dolly. It was summer, 
and the cows stayed out all night 

There was Jetty, who was black and 
white ; Spot, was brown and white ; 
Brownie, was all brown. Then there 
were three small cows, mouse colour 
and white, that came from Guernsey, 
and their names were Maggie, Pet and 
Darling. 

Dolly used to open the gate of the 
field, and set down her pails with a 
clang to make the cows hear. Then 
Pet was sure to stop eating and look at 
her. Pet was always the first to confie 
to be milked. Her milk was so* rich it 
was like cream, and there was one little 
pail called " Pet's pail," for her milk 
alone. Darling came next, and she had 
a pail of her own too. Then came 
Maggie. She was young and foolish, 
and would kick while she was being 
milked. One morning she kicked over 



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tlie pails and spilt all the milk. It was 
very sad. 

Jetty, Brownie, and Spot, wanted a 
great deal of calling. Tliere you see 
Dolly with her pails going back to the 
dairy. 



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*' Welcome home, sailor boy! Where 
do you come from ?" 

" I have been a voyage to Bordeaux, 
in France, in the good ship Lively 
Nancy. We sailed from London, and 
steered down the river Tliames ; and we 
saw the North Foreland Lighthouse, and 
came into the Downs^ and got into the 
British Channel. Then we steered to 
the southward, and at last we got to 
Bordeaux. We had brought flannels 
to keep the French people warm, and 
blankets for their beds, and broadcloth 
for their coats, and tweeds to make 
trousers for them. So, when we were 
clear, we loaded again with silks for 
the ladies in England, and wine for the 
gentlemen. Tlien we sailed homeward 
I was glad to see the white cliffs of 
old England again. I cUmbed to the 
topmast this morning, at sunrise, to 
get the first sight of them. When 
we got off Sussex, the Captain says : 
'Jack! what would you say if I put 
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your home here.' I jumped for joy, 
and got my bundle. That's father's 
cottage on the cliff. Hurrah ! there's 
mother commg to meet me, with Dick 
and Polly. Good bye, little gentlemen 
and iadies." 




The poor man tliat you see making 
the basket Is quite blind. Bhnd people 
can be taught to do many things ; they 
can make baskets, and mats, and 
brushes, and several thirgs. Tliere are 
schools where they are ta.\\^\^-, ■sscA- 'S&fc'j 



can learn to read, too. Tlie books tliey 
use have letters that are raised, so that 
they can feel them ; they feel about 
with their fingers, and find out by the 
shape what letter it is. 

The girl you see at work, at a neat 
little basket, is the blind man's daughter. 
Her name is Sally; she helps him, if 
he wants help ; and she makes the 
baskets that are smaller and prettier. 
Then, when they have made a good 
many, they bring out a little cart tjiat 
they have, and their donkey that feeds 
on the common, and they load this cart 
with baskets and mats, and all thfey 
have made, and go about and sell 
them. Sally leads her father by the 
hand, because he cannot see to guide 
himself ; and makes the donkey go the 
right way. Then, when they have been 
out all day, they count their money 
and see how much they have made. 
Sally puts away Eighteen-pence, to pay 
the rent, and they buy all they want 
with the rest. 



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Here is the Omnibus just starting 
from a London street to some country 
place ; perhaps it is going to Hamp- 
stead. At one of the windows a news- 
boy is holding up a paper, calling out 
its name ; he wants some one to bviY it. 



" Only a penny," he calls out. No one 
seems to hear, or to intend to buy; 
but I daresay, before the omnibus starts, 
some one will put his hand in his 
waistcoat pocket, and find a penny 
and buy of the boy. 

I wonder if the lady and gentleman 
coming along want to get into the 
omnibus. There is hardly room inside, 
I fear. The gentleman can go on the 
top, but what will the lady do ? 
Perhaps one of those gentlemen who 
are sitting there will give her his place, 
and go outside. I have often seen 
gentlemen do so. When it is fine it 
must be pleasant on the top, though 
a lady would not like to go there, 
and it would not be easy for her to 
climb up or get down, though a gentle- 
man does not mind. But when it is 
raining, or very cold, it is best to be 
inside, and then it is very kind of a 
gentleman to give up his seat. Well, 
we should all try to be kind to each 
other. 



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This Organ-man has gone into the 
country ; he has gone inside a gate, 
into a pretty garden, and is playing 
there, and some boys outside are 
standing to listen. Most likely there 
is a house in the garden. 



I once knew a little girl who lived 
in the country, and who used to like 
to hear an organ very much. Tliere 
was one organ-man that came every 
week to play to her ; she called him 
" my organ-man.'* When she heard 
him coming up the lane, playing as 
he came, to tell her he was coming, 
she used to jump up from her play, or 
her work, or whatever she was doing, 
and run for her hat. Then she used 
to open the house door, and tlie garden 
door, and go out into the lane. It was 
very quiet there, with a pretty green 
field and trees, facing the garden gate 
on the other side. Then the organ- 
man used to stand under a tree and 
play, and she danced to the music. 
Hound and round she went so prettily 
and merrily, holding up her arms in 
the joy of her heart. The organ-man 
looked so pleased to see her. When 
he had done, she ran in and got two- 
pence for him, and often gave him 
some milk and cake. 



Tlie holidays were come, and little 
Fanny, who lived at home, had had the 
joy oF seeing her dear sister Lucy come 
from school, and had given her a pretty 
new doll that she had dressed herself . 
Lucy hked it very much, and named 
it Sylvia. Lucy had a great many stories 
to tell to Fanny about her schoolfel- 
lows, and the games they played, and 
the lessons they did ; and Fanny had 
to tell Lucy about home, about the 
garden, and the ducks and the chickens, 
and all manner of things. 

Aunt Jane was going to give a dance. 
Lucy was to go, but Fanny was too 
young ; so she helped to dress Lucy, 
and Lucy promised to tell her all about 
it next day. 

Lucy had a new frock to go in ; it 
was blue, trimmed with red, and had 
pretty white lace in the sleeves. She 
had white shoes with red bows, and 
a red rose in her hair, and a red sash 
with a very large bow behind ; in one 
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a bouquet of lovely flowers. Fanny 
thought she looked very pretty. When 
Lucy was gone, little Fanny went to 
bed, and dreamed that she went to the 
dance, and saw liucy dancing and look- 
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How very foolish it is of boys to be 
idle when they are sent to school ! 
They are sent there for their own good. 
It does not matter to any one else half 
so much as to themselve?!, whether they 
learn anything or not ; if they grow 
up poor dunces, that cannot read or 
write, the loss will be all their own. 
Other boys will be able to read nice 
books, and write letters to their friends, 
if they go away to some distant country, 
and read the letters their friends send 
to them ; but the poor dunces can do 
none of these things. And now, only 
think how many young men go to 
other countries to get work, and get 
better wages, and get on better than 
if they had stayed at home ; but how 
sad it must be for them if they cannot 
read or write ! They can never get 
any news of tlie friends they have left 
at home, while those who can write, 
have sent letters home with money in 
them, to bring their dear fathers and 
mothers, brothers and sisters, ovvfc, -wsv^ 



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been as happy together as they could 
be. Now look at that foohsh boy stand- 
ing on a stool at the school-room door, 
while all the others arc at play ; he will 
not learn, so there he is with a dunce's 
cap on. Poot, foo^i^ i^(»\< '. 



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Jack was a sailor boy, and had come 
home from sea after a voyage ; and 
while he was at home, he was fond of 
roaming about with his little sister 
Polly. They lived near the sea; but 
what Jack liked best was to get into 
the woods, and there were very pretty 
woods near their father's cottage. Jack 
used to climb the trees ; he got up to 
the top of the highest trees in no time. 
Tliere he used to find squirrels' nests 
and birds' nests, and he would have 
taken them, only Polly would not let 
him. Polly went to school, and to 
Sunday-school ; and the lady that came 
to teach them on Sundays had told the 
children how squirrels live in the trees, 
and collect a little store of acorns, and 
nuts, and fir-cones, for hard weather; 
and how little birds build nests with 
such skill, and rear their little ones ; 
so Polly loved aU these creatures, and 
could not bear to see anybody do them 
harm. She used to get Jack to sit 
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tree, when he came down, and tell him 
stories about wild creatures that her 
teacher had told to her. 

Then they used to walk about hand 
in hand, and she picked the pretty 
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and lief sister Emily had a 
party of their young friends to come 
to see them, and took them to see all 
the pretty places near. One day they 
made a plan to go to a hill where there 
was a fine view, and to have tea there. 
So their mamma ordered out the 
carriage. Under the coachman's seat 
was a hamper, packed with good things. 
But, when aU had got ready, it was 
found that two were left without seats. 
" I will tell you what we will do," 
said Jane. " Let John saddle the 
donkey, and lead him a little way, till 
we see that he will be good and go on, 
and Emily shall set off on him first. 
I will walk till I am tired, and then sit 
down by the roadside till she comes up. 
Then she shall walk and I will ride, 
and when I think she must be tired, 
I will tie the donkey to a hedge and 
walk on: then she wiU ride, and, by 
and bye, tie him again, and so we shall 
arrive in time." They went in this 
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before them, they found every thing 
ready for tea on the hill when they got 
there. The others had made a fire 
with sticks, boiled the kettle on it, 
spread the things on the grass, and it 
was all very nice and pleasant. 



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One morning Charley went out to 
play in the fields before breakfast. It 
was very warm, and he felt thirsty. 
There was a little girl sitting on a style, 
so he asked her if she knew of any 
water near. She said, no ; but he could 



buy milk from her mother. Charley 
pulled out a penny, and the little girl 
ran for the milk, and brought it in a 
mug. Charley thanked her, and asked 
what her name was. She said Molly. 

" Well, Molly, suppose we play at 
something,'* said he. She said they 
could play at hunt frog, and began to 
run after a frog that was hopping 
among the grass ; she soon caught it 
and squeezed it in her hand. " Put it 
down,'* said Charley ; ** you will hurt 
it," and he gave her ann such a slap 
that she dropped the poor frog; but 
she took up a great stone to throw at it. 

"You nasty, cruel girl!" cried 
Charley, and he seized the stone and 
threw it at her. She began to cry. 
Charley was very sorry now. He led 
Molly home to his mamma, and she 
gave her breakfast and tried to teach her 
not to hurt creatures. She had taught 
Charley so ; but she told him he was 
very wrong to throw the stone. That was 
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One cold morning in spring, as Bessy 
was running about, she saw a little 
brown thing that moved. She went 
up to it, and what should it be but a 
little robin that had fallen out of itss. 
nest i so she took t\ve Tgo<st ^iX.'Ois- "^JvicM^ 



between her hands, and carried it in to 
her mother. Her mother said she 
must keep it very wami, and try to 
feed it with some soft food, such as 
bread and milk, and chopped egg. 

Bessy found some soft wool, and put 
it in a small basket, and made it hollow 
like a nest ; and in this she placed the 
little bird, and then covered it lightly 
with more wool. Tlien she tried to 
make it eat, but could not. The poor 
little bird trembled, and shut its eyes, 
and looked very ill. " Oh dear, what 
shall I do!" cried Bessy. *'It v/ill die; 
I know it will die." 

She saw a little bit of stick lying 
near, so she dipped it in the fooil, and 
took care to make a piece of egg go 
upon it ; then she tapped at the beak, 
and, oh joy ! the robin opened its beak 
and took the food. It got tame, and 
soon it could fly; but it came back to 
Bessy vvhen she went out, and hopped 
in at the window, and sang to her, and 
was a great p\easv\xe tc^ ker. 



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This poor boy is Wind. He would 
be very sad, if it were not for his kind 
sister Amy ; but she loves him dearly, 
all the more dearly because he is blind, 
and she leads him about, and reads 
pretty stories to kiia, a3a.di ^W3's> ^^Sa. 



liim, and makes him as happy as she 
can. Poor fellow ! He cannot see the 
green fields, and trees, and flowers, nor 
the bright sun, and stars, and moon, 
nor the faces of the friends who love 
him : but he has many pleasures. He 
can hear the birds sing, and the voices 
of those that talk to him ; and smell 
the sweet scent of flowers, and feel the 
pleasant air and sunshine ; and it is a 
great joy to him to hold Amy by the 
hand, and know that she is near him. 
He loves her very much. 

He is to go to a school for the blind 
soon. Tliere they will teach him to 
read. He cannot see the letters ; 
but they make all the letters raised; 
then the blind people feel with the 
points of their fingers, and find out 
what letters they are. Tliey will teach 
him also to make baskets, and mats, 
and many other things ; and be sure 
Amy will always help him : and so, 
though he is blind, he will be able to 
earn a little and to be useful. 




Did you ever hear any one play the 
Guitar? This girl that you see in the 
picture holds a guitar in her hands, and 
is going to play on it. I thiidc she will 
sing too. She will make sweet sounds 
come from her gvutai, a.-!idL-w^ i-vss^'wi 



it. She does not look like an English 
girl. I think she comes from Spain. 
Her hair is dressed in a pretty way, 
and that black veil she has over her 
head, and hanging down her back, she 
can draw over her face if she likes. 
What a bright blue jacket she has on, 
and a pretty striped yellow and red 
skirt ! Then look at the large bows in 
her shoes. 

Some lady must have asked her to 
come in to her drawing-room, and play 
and sing ; for you see she is standing 
in a fine room, and leaning against a 
table with a very fine red cloth on it. 
The lady will give her money for her 
music. Poor girl ! I dare say she longs 
to go back to her own country, and 
will go as soon as she has made some 
more money. Her own country is 
much warmer than England, and has 
brighter blue skies ; and, besides, all 
the friends she loves are there. It is 
sad to be far away from home. I hope 
she will soon be able to ^o back. 



One day Kitty's mamma went out, 
and left her in the drawing-room, and 
said : "Be sure you do not go near the 
parrot's cage." 

Kitty sat for a good while reading her 
story book, but then the parrot began to 
say, " Pretty Poll !" So Kitty got up, 
and began to go nearer and nearer. 

" Poor Polly," thought Kitty, " she 
would like to come out; and, forget- 
ting what her mamma had said, Kitty 
opened the cage door. Out came Polly, 
and flew to the arm chair, and perched 
on the back. 

" Now Polly," said Kitty ; " come 
back to your cage." But Polly never 
moved ; so Kitty tried to catch her, but 
got such a bite from Polly's hard beak, 
that she screamed with pain. Polly 
screamed much louder, and made noises 
Kke laughing: " Ha I ha ! ha ! Oh, lau!'* 

Kitty sank down crying on the floor. 
Wlien she looked up again Polly was 
gone ; and, just then, her mamma 
came home. Oh, how s,^Yt^ «sn^ 



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ashamed Kitty was ! Polly had flown 
out of the window; and it took 
mamma, and Kitty, and all the ser- 
vants, many hours to catch her ; at last 
they found her in a currant bush, and 
sLe'jiad stripped bV\ ^e favxA. <sff . 



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Wliat is tlie matter with you, poor 
boy? Wliat a woeful face you are 
making, and how you cling to your 
sister; I really believe you are frightened 
at the dancing bear. Tlie other boys 
are looking at him and laughing. Do 
not be such a coward. I hardly know 
which makes most noise ; that dog with 
his barking, or you with your crying. 

You may be sure that the man with 
the drum and pandean pipes knows 
how to manage the bear ; if he did 
not, he would not venture to bring him 
out among people. 

Poor bear ! I dare say he could 
cry, if bears ever did such a thing as 
cry, but I never heard of their doing 
it. I am sure he does not like being 
led about in this way, and made to 
dance ; he is hot and tired, and feels 
very cross. I know he does. Look at 
his thick coat of hair ; it was never 
meant for a country like this, and to 
go about among crowds of people in 
dusty roads and noisy fairs. He longs 



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to be far away, in liis own cold country, 
in the cave in a wild forest, where he 
was bom ; it was a sad day for him 
when the hunters caught him, and 
brought him away to be tamed and 
teu^ht to dance. 






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Blanche had a pretty Httle dog given 
to her ; it was a Skye Terrier, with long 
hair, so long that its eyes were almost 
hidden under it. Slie named it Fido ; 
it was to be her own little dog, that 
she was to take care of, and feed, and 
do every thing for. She used, every 
morning, to comb out his long hair, 
and then brush it with a nice soft 
brush, till it looked glossy. Tlien she 
gave him his breakfast, and then took 
him out for a walk. She was so afraid 
of losing him that she tied a piece of 
red ribbon to his collar and led him; 
but when he got older, and knew her 
better, she was able to let him run 
about alone without fear, if she was 
out with him ; it would not have been 
safe to let him go by himself, because 
he was very pretty, and some one 
might have stolen him. 

Fido h^d a basket of his own to 
sleep in, with clean straw in the 
bottom, and slept outside Blanche's 
door. Wlien she was dressed in the 



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morning, and opened her door, out he 
jumped, wagging liis tail, hounding 
round her, barking for joy, as if he 
wanted to say how glad he was to see 
her ^ain ; then she patted him, and 
he was quite pleased. 



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Peter had his three cousins, Rose, 
Ahce, and George, to spend New Year's 
Day with him. Tliey played a great " 
many games , he showed them aU his 
toys and books. After dinner they 
thought they would dress up, and 



Peter was to begin ; he went out of 
the room, and, after a Httle while, in 
came such a figure ! He had an im- 
mense face, a blue cap, a yellow coat, 
and a red cloak that trailed on the. 
floor after him, and he went roaming 
round and round the room, saying : 
" Fee, Fo, Fum ^ " like the giants in 
Jack the Giant Killer. 

At first they all burst out laughing ; 
but, after a little while, Alice began to 
be afraid. " Do speak, Peter," she 
cried, "is it really you ? Leave off say- 
ing * Fee, Fo, Fum,' and say it is you :' 
but it was of no use. He went on 
marching about, and then ran after her 
and tried to catch her. She ran awav, 
screanaing, round the room, got on the 
sofa, jumped behind it, and tried to ^et 
out at the door. At last he drove her 
into a comer, and caught her, and she 
was almost crying, when George and 
Rose seized him behind, and pulled off 
his ugly mask and cap, and there was 
Peter with his good-natured face. 



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Tliere was a fair at a village in 
Ireland, and a set of boys came before 
any one else, and got quite tired of 
waiting Tliere they stood by an old 
wall, and it was cold, and tliey began 
to feel cross, and were very hungry, «A 



one of them, his name was Pat O'Grady, 
said he would dance a hornpipe. There 
you may see him dancing. He looked 
very gay, for he had put on his father's 
red waistcoat, it was too large for him, 
but he did not care for that, and he 
went on so merrily that the others be- 
gan to laugh ; at least Mike Tooley, that 
had a blue coat and yellow trousers, 
did ; but Dan Crowter still looked cross. 

Wliile Pat was dancing, little Miss 
Gorman, the farmer's daughter, came 
by with her two little brothers, and 
stood looking at him and laughing. 
" Well done !" she dried, as he ended 
with a caper. "And it is well done," 
said Pat, "if you knew liow hungry 
I am." Away she ran to her father, 
who was in the field. " Give them 
some breakfast, father," she said ; "he 
does dance so nimbly " 

So the farmer called them in, and 
gave them a good mess of potatoes and 
herrings ; and Pat danced his hornpipe 
again to thank him. 



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This is a picture of a poor Slave Girl, 
of New Orleans, in the United States. 
She has got a task to do, and is work- 
ing hard to do it ; but see how she 
has started at the sound of some one 
coming : she is a£c«i\d sVue ■snK^ •s«!0»isis>e. 



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done her work rightly, and that she 
will he heaten. 

But there is joyful news in the world 
now. There are no more slaves in all 
that great country, the United States ; 
they are all set free. Is not that joyful 
news? England had set her slaves 
free years ago ; and now there will 
not, much longer, be any slaves in 
countries that call themselves Christian. 
In other countries, where people are 
savage and know no better, there still 
will be. 

Tlie poor black people that were 
slaves are very badly off, a great many 
of them. Some have not found masters ; 
some are idle, npw they are not driven 
to work with the whip ; some are very 
stupid and helpless, for when they 
were slaves no one. taught them any- 
thing. Many kind people are trying 
to teach them and help them. 

Be joyful, little children, that you 
live in days when slavery is coming to 
an end. 



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